Summary: When different kinds of relationships are damaged so much that one starts to wonder will they ever be the same.
Chapter 1:
I walked through the city of Bhopal aimlessly with my head lowered, my eyes watching the movement of my feet as I put one foot in front of another. If anyone was to look at me right now they were to think I was a soulless ghost. I let my body be taken over by Allah, allowing him to guide me where he wants me to be. As I walk straight ahead I can hear the cars driving by and the laughter of people screeching through my ears. Why cant my life once be like that? Why was I cursed with this sadness? Why was I destined to be alone all my life? As I thought of this the flashes of what I saw hours ago flashed across my mind making me sick to my stomach, Tanveer laying on top of Mr. Khan. Mr. Khan sleeping without a care in the world. Tanveer smiling when seeing me. I shake my head violently to make the images go away, but that's just it, no matter what I try to do they will never leave me, they will always haunt me, screaming at me that I was a fool to fall in love with a man who trusted his friend more than his fiance. I warned him about Tanveer, I warned him, that she didn't have good intentions but every time I did, I was just hollered at by insults and accusations of my own character. Still, I let it past, still, I forgave him, thinking that deep down maybe, just maybe he feels something for me, that maybe, just maybe every time he looks into my eyes he feels the world around him stop just like I do, but I was a fool to ever believe that. Who would ever look at, let alone fall in love with an orphan. Orphan, that word echoes through my mind reminding me that I am worthy of nobody, that I will always have to stand up on my own two feet. But for how long, I hate being alone in this world, I hate having to put a smile on my face as if everything is okay when every organ within me is shattering into tiny pieces, why Ammi, why did you have to leave me alone in this world, was I really that bad of a daughter, am I really that bad of a person, is what Mr. Khan said about me all true.
I drop to my knees having no more strength to walk, having no more strength to face the world. I clutch on to my shirt, hugging myself as I let the tears I have been holding in for so long over take me. I cry for all the pain I've been through, for all the pain I'm going through, for all the pain I will go through. "Why Mr. Khan, why, why didn't you believe me, that's all I ever asked from you, trust, I just wanted you to trust me, why didn't you believe me just once why couldn't you have listened to me" I shouted out with my broken voice, I wanted to get rid of all the pain, but this was, in no way helping me. I don't know how long I stayed in that park for, on my knees, hugging myself, and screaming until I felt darkness envelope me.
I glance up from my nervous fingers, looking through the crowd desperately trying to find her. Just as I did I heard everyone gasp and the room went pin drop silence as every eye and soul in the room turned to face the beauty standing on top of the staircase. Draped in a red wedding attire, their stood Zoya Farooqui, soon to be Mrs. Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan. I smiled at the name, just like the women, the name was perfect. I looked back up at her as she smiled shyly making her way down the stairs as Najma and Zeenat Appi guided her along. As she walked closer to me, I had a chance to admire her simplicity more clearly. The wedding attire was very simple, with much more of white than red, she had minimal make up on just the way I liked it. She didn't need any make up at all, she is and will be perfect the way she is. I remembered how I once used to scream at her for every little thing she did and felt a pain stab my heart as I also remembered the tears that surfaced within her beautiful big brown eyes after it. I cursed under my breath for hurting her, for letting her believe whatever I said was true, but not anymore I was determined to form the perfect future for her, for me, for us. I will spoil her with every little thing she asks for the first time, I will give her so much love that she will beg me to become the Akdu she accuses me of being. I know she has suffered unmeasurable amount of sadness all her life but like she once did, I will also erase it, with my smile.
I came out of my dream land as she locked her eyes with me, I gave her quick sincere smile to which she blushed and shyly looked down. I heard the Qazi Sahib talk "Asad Ahmed Khan, son of Dilshad Ahmed Khan, kya apko Zoya Farooqui Qubool hai?" I looked back at her, I could sense the nervousness through her eyes so without wasting a second I answered "Qubool Hai", once more and once more. Qazi Sahib, turned to face Zoya asking the same "Zoya Farooqui, Daughter of Anwaar and Zeenat Farooqui, kya apko Asad Ahmed Khan Qubool hai?" I waited in anticipation for her to say the words, the two words that would make as one in every way, the two words that will prove to the world that she is mine and only mine, and will forever remain mine.
"QUBOOL NAHI HAI"
I woke up startled, sweating from my dream, it took me a moment to realize where I was and the game life had played on me and on my Zoya. How I wish I could call her that, my Zoya, but the truth is, she was and will never be MY. I grabbed the jug and poured myself some water, feeling the tears resurface as the past 24 hours came hurdling at me like a ton of bricks. Unknowingly, my grip on the glass got tighter each passing second as I willed myself to believe that all of it was just a bad dream, that none of it actually happened, that my Zoya was just sleeping in the room next to mine. I was jerked back to the present as I snapped my eyes open noticing my red blood ooze out of my skin dripping on to my crisp white Kurta, soaking it. It hurt, but no where the amount I had made Zoya go through. I was right I was just like my father, I made her go through exactly what my mum had gone through but the worst part is she doesn't have anyone to lean on, I was the only one she had to trust but I had managed to take that away from her as well. My vision gets more blurry as my tears come out faster and more thicker each time. I drop out of my bed as the weight of knees hits the cold marble floor. I let myself cry, begging Allah to bring back my Zoya so that I can tell her whatever happened that night, or at least what I can remember. I beg him to give me something, anything of what had happened that night but the only thing remember was waking up to find Zoya's tear filled eyes. After crying for what seemed like hours, I didn't have anymore tears that would come out, my throat had gotten dry and my hand's condition was getting worse. With every ounce of strength within me, I got myself up and moved towards the kitchen, my eyelids were giving up on me as I found myself bumping into anything coming in my way. I reached the living room and hated the silence that provoked it. This was the same silence that I once used to beg for at the beginning of Zoya's arrival but now that she has left, now that Allah has given me what I once wished for, I only wish to bring back the loud and messy Zoya who changed my black and white house into a love filled with home, just with her smile. I sadly smile at my fate, Allah had given me a reason to live, a reason to become a better version of me, but being an Ahmed Khan I had to destroy that being, which is what I did, I destroyed her. I was snapped back to the present as I heard footsteps converging closer and closer to me. I wanted it to be my Zoya, who would come running down to aid my hand, who would come running into my arms telling me everything will be okay, but as I heard the voice of the woman who I now loathed the most, I stiffened myself up for her presence.
"Jammy"
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